Page 21 of My Defiant Mate
"Hear that?" I pant, my voice strained. "That's the sound of you, breaking all your rules for your Alpha."
He moans, the sound vibrating through his back and into my chest, going straight to my core. "Don't stop," he begs, his hips starting to rock back, meeting my thrusts. "Please, don't stop."
I grip his hips harder, my fingers digging into his skin. I'm going to leave marks. Good.
"Let them wonder what we're doing in here," I say, leaning over him again, nipping at his shoulder blade. "Let them imagine you bent over this piano, taking my cock so perfectly." As I thrust deeper, his hand slips on the slick surface, his fingers crashing down on the high keys. A sharp, dissonant chord shrieks through the room, a chaotic, jarring sound of beautiful noise.
Toby flinches, his whole body going rigid. "Shit—Jionni—"
"No," I growl, grinding into him, loving the sound, the chaos. "That's our note. Let's see if we can break the soundproofing."
That breaks him. He moans, loud and uninhibited, all pretense of control gone. I reach around, my hand wrapping around his cock. He's hard and leaking, so ready. I stroke him in time with my thrusts, my mouth at his ear.
"That's it, omega," I whisper, my voice rough. "Sing for me. Let me hear how good my cock feels inside you."
"So good," he pants, his hips rocking back wildly now. "Fuck, it feels so good."
The piano groans again, a low, resonant sound under our combined weight. "Listen to that," I growl. "Even the room knows you belong to me. Taking me like you were made for it." I feel his climax building, his inner muscles starting to flutter around me. He's so close.
"I want to feel you fall apart," I command, my thumb swiping hard over the sensitive head of his cock. "Let go for me, Toby."
He comes with a sharp, guttural cry, his body clenching hard around me, milking me, and that's all it takes to push me over the edge. A raw snarl rips from my throat as I follow him, burying myself to the hilt as I fill him with my claim.
For a long moment, we stay like that, our breathing harsh in the quiet room, slick with sweat. Then I carefully pull out, turning him to face me. His face is flushed, his eyes dazed. He looks thoroughly fucked. Thoroughly mine.
"You okay?" I ask, brushing his damp hair off his forehead.
He nods, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his face. "More than okay."
We clean up, our movements slow and sated. By the time we're dressed, you'd never know what just happened—except for the flush on his cheeks, the swelling of his lips, the way his hair refuses to lie flat.
"I should get to class," he says, checking his watch. "I'm going to be late."
"I'll walk you," I say, slinging my guitar case over my shoulder.
He looks surprised, then pleased. "You don't have to."
"I want to." I take his hand, lacing our fingers together. "I like being seen with you."
His smile is genuine this time, reaching his eyes. "I like being seen with you too."
He takes my hand, his fingers lacing through mine, and as we walk out of the music building and back into the sunlight, I feel like we're untouchable. Like nothing can possibly go wrong.
Toby
The high from the practice room lasts exactly until I check my phone and see the email subject line:URGENT: Meeting Required - RA Henderson.
My stomach drops.
"What's wrong?" Jionni asks, his hand still warm in mine as we cross the quad. The sun is bright, the sky impossibly blue, but everything suddenly feels cold and gray.
"Nothing," I say automatically, shoving my phone back into my pocket. My voice sounds thin, distant. "Just... an email."
Nothing. Right. Just the end of my life.
"Bullshit." Jionni stops walking, tugging me to a halt beside him. He's like an anchor in the middle of a rushing river of students. "Your face just went white. What is it?"
I swallow, but my throat is tight, like it's trying to close up. "Henderson wants to see me. Right now."
